Re: [Jack's: Jack & Cat]
[She was just words, and she flung them out like old bathwater. She wasn't thinking or composing thoughts. She was loud, vitriol and anger that had nothing to do with him. She was fear and the way it felt crawling along her spine. She was everything, and it was all too much, and she didn't care what he was saying. She didn't care about his excuses.] I can buy my own book if I have questions. The internet fucking exists. [She stormed down the stairs, toward outside and away, and she wished she could hide somewhere bright and small and safe. Fuck. This shouldn't get to her so much, but it did, and she knew it wasn't just this. She knew it, but that didn't help her tamp it down at all.]